by Abbe Rolnick | Apr 10, 2025 | Abbe's Notes
Remnants of a Loved OneI smell my mother when I get my hair cutThe sickly-sweet scent of hairspray.I smell my mother when I walk by a side streetWhere the staff takes a smoke break.My eyes catch the shimmer of diamondsRings and necklaces danglingAnd her regal presence...
by Abbe Rolnick | Apr 3, 2025 | Abbe's Notes
Mystery UnraveledBehind closed doorsWhispers.Not bedtime romance but hushed voicesNot to alarm the kids.But they didn’t know that walls hold secretsThat whispers are forerunners to actions.The move billed as an opportunityTold a different story.The picnic on the floor...
by Abbe Rolnick | Mar 27, 2025 | Abbe's Notes
Designer SandwichA crunch on the outsidePreferably pumpernickel rye toastedNot too thin or thickJust enough to hold the center.A mixture of texturesThat meld the outer vigorWith a smooth snap.A thin coating of DijonBefore the bed of lettuceRipe tomato slices, sharp...
by Abbe Rolnick | Mar 26, 2025 | Abbe's Ruminations
While spring approaches, I find myself still caught in winter. My body and mind have retreated into thoughtful repose. Cerebral with embedded worries from everyday concerns to that of worldly consequences. Politics and proclamations bombard the...
by Abbe Rolnick | Mar 20, 2025 | Abbe's Notes
HarmonizeI close my eyesOpen my earsHear the soundsOf the morning.The rumbling rhythms of Garbage trucks, The swish of a sweeper,The sweet high notesOf a warbler, the ca-chagrackle of the crow.I’ve come to knowThis song as my greeting.I, in my high-rise,No longer a...
